Aspiring to empty myself of information
The city carves me up with an orbit of
Advertisements, carcinogens, plastics
I am afflicted – rehearsing my escape
Where on the Earth can I leave it?
Modern life injures my spirit
Like a repetitive cognitive stress fracture
Of too much schizophrenia & separation
This world has chosen a kind of doom
Without volunteers, for needless kindness
I want a simple life, like fruit ripening
Before you eat it on a Sunday morning
Aspiring to coax myself back into balance
The city trespasses over my congruity
With an excess of competition
For wealth and breeding, for a restless
Workaholic’s lifetime of drudgery, slavery
I am stripped of my humanity a bit more
Year by year, till I reach my thirties
With hardly dream or innocence –
We believe the lies they tell us, until
We begin to tell ourselves the same lies.
“I want a simple life, like fruit ripening
Before you eat it on a Sunday morning”
I hate cities. I’m reposting this on FB. Thanks. 🙂
Hey thanks! Gosh you know my real name now! So when do you go back to NYC? I appreciate the re-post.
Was your name a secret?! Haha… Should be going back in July or August.
Hey, by then we’ll be the best of poetic friends!
Yep we would be!